Mid-Winter Nights
by Chrissy Engstrom

Beauty exists in a
cold winter night,
though summer stars
are missed.

The fog
a sheltering cloak,
my heated body within;
a heated hearth,
glowing.

In my outstretched hand
I hold my
Soul,
emitting ray
upon ray
of light-
white
against
black clouded
winter night.

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